Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.